Me gusta sentir

Me gusta sentir. ¿Eso me hace extraña? ¿Eso me hace rara? ¿Me hace diferente? No lo sé. Solo sé que me gusta sentir. Me gustan las cosas que me hacen tener sentimientos muy fuertes. Los vídeos que me hacen llorar hasta quedarme sin lagrimas, toda yo angustia. Los libros que aceleran mi corazón y llenan mis venas de emoción. Las canciones que me hacen sufrir y que prenden mi cuerpo en llamas mientras las escucho. Los chistes que me hacen reír a carcajadas hasta quedarme sin aliento. Las películas que me hacen chillar de terror y llenan mi cuerpo de miedo.  Me gusta sentir como nunca antes me he sentido, sentir que mi pecho va a estallar, que mi boca se va a desencajar, que mi cabeza va a explotar. Me gusta sentir. Me gustan las emociones fuertes. Me gusta reír, llorar, sufrir, amar. Me gusta hablar, me gusta escuchar. Me gusta el ruido, me gusta el silencio. Me gustan las palabras y la falta de de ellas. Me gusta sentir. Sentir el impacto del agua contra mi piel. Las noches en vela pensando, leyendo, sintiendo, soñando. Me gusta sentir. ¿Me hace diferente? ¿Me hace extraña? Me hace ser yo misma. Y eso es algo que siempre pretendo ser. Así que seguiré sintiendo.

Letter to no one:

Just remember you are not your errors, you're not your past. You're who you want to be, you're your present and your future, and you decide where to go from now on. Don't stick to the past or you will loose your future.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had just let it go. Would I be happier? Would I be sadder?

Sometimes I think things have changed so much they can't just be the way they were... Even though we try...

One day I will became the woman I want to be, and that day, wait for extraordinary things to happen cause no one will be able to stop me. 

Pride

It's just like a mean lover, you know? You let it take control over you, rule you, hurt you, but still you cling to it, and it's almost like its grip could kill you, but you let it whisper mean things to your ears, you let it grab you, you let it dominate you, and when you realise the harm it has made you… maybe it's too late to go back...

Chains

Finally, I set myself free from the chains that were trapping me. But, like the elephant who doesn't live his place when his chains are removed, I feel like I haven't moved a bit, I have just scaped the cage but I'm in the same place, unable to move, wondering if someday I will be able to move forward, if this heavy pain and sadness will ever leave my body. And my heart aches like someone is stepping over it. And I can't help but feel as if my life is dull and useless.

When did it became like this

When did it became like this? How is it that now we treat each other like strangers? I thought we were fine, I thought you wanted my happiness, I thought you were my family... But… when did it became like this? It seems as if I was wrong, like always.